Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Painting

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I dreamed of a house by the sea,a house full of love wherehappiness flowed like the tide,where salt wind blewsinging mermaid songsthrough beach grass, bayberry,and porch screens.Where we’d raceacross damp sand and splash into the cold seain dazzling Cape sun,then wrapped in white kimonossit on the porch of our house on a hilloverlooking the waves, eat bacon and raspberries,sip coffee,which appeared magically,though we had complete privacy.Where we’d read mysteries.Where wild roses grew in the yardand I made rose hip jelly.Where we would always be together,fresh as the first of May, and happy.

Our grandfather clock ticksthe time away. It’s chimeshave marked off many days,both good and hard to bear,since I dreamedearly dreams.Our house on a hilloverlooks the Bayof another sea.Our wild roses are white andneed to be sprayedso the hips can’t be used for jelly.Our pink roses are behind chickenwire to protect them from hungry deer.You don’t like kimonos, would rather wear denim.I slather sun block.We eat tofu, not bacon,because of the salt.and we peek at TV while we readmysteries.The part of the dreamthat came completely truewas that I’m happy growing oldwith you.

When I walk in earlymorning fresh air, you arewith me, holding my lucky handthat holds the handof a decent man.

When the fog blew in,the fog horns blew,and we had a fire inthe franklin stoveand curled up cozily,while drinking tea,in Irish sweatersand jeans.We’ve seen scams, and fakes,and greed personified,exhibitingthe corrupt side of humanity.